#oh toshiro *touches screen*
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i missed his birthdayyyyy is it 13th anywhere in the world anymore??? regardless hbd toshiro 🎉
the flowers look vague but are balloon flowers signifying obedience and asters for patience, and the one dandelion in his hair is for freedom
#maybe the dandelion is picked by himself of by a special someone#toshiro nakamoto#dungeon meshi#shuro dungeon meshi#artists on tumblr#oh toshiro *touches screen*#i imagine he would not particularly enjoy his birthday and would be miffed perhaps or perhaps not he could mellow out a bit more#something in this also bothers the everloving shit out of me but i wanted to post it asap
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Yoruichi ask Soi Fon about what happened last night. Soi Fon pretends that nothing happened, so Yoruichi shows her the video that she recorded of Toshiro fucking the drunk assassin, especially up the ass.
"So.. how did it got after you left me to go find Toshiro?" Yoruichi grinned.
"I.. I have no idea what you are talking about." Soi Fon blushed, looking away.
She still felt sore, and she still found herself thinking about Toshiro's godly dick every few minute. It had taken hours of successive showers before she stopped smelling of his cum, and she still could feel it on him. he had marked her, fucked her and owned her... but she would never admit as such to Lady Yoruichi.
"Are you sure?" Yoruichi's teasing smile was still there as she leaned closer to her former subordinate. "When i told alll my stories last night, you left in a huff sayign that you were "going to see if he's all that great". So, how did it go?"
"I found him, we talked, but i didn't let him touch me." Soi Fon insited. "I still don't understand why you cannot stop talking about him in such a devoted tone." she scoffed, trying to sound as distant and disdainful as possible.
"Oh, really?" Yoruichi's teasing smile only grew. "That's really what you think? And what about this, then?"
A phone was pushed between Soi Fon's hands, and within a second the video was playing.
"FUUUCKKK! I LOVE YOUR COCK!"
There, on the screen, was soi fon. Squealing and crying out like a bitch in heat. Like the primal part of her that called her to be bred and fucked by a man had finalyl broken through. Like her midn was broken. tears of pleasure streaked down her face as her breasts boucned from the force of the thrusts rockind her body.
And right behind her, the person thrusting. Usign her plump, fat booty like a sextoy, Toshiro Hitsugaya.
Even with the angle of the camera makign things more difficult to see, it was clear as daylign that Toshir'os hypercock was being rammed inside the ninja's ass over and over. The white-haired captian's powerful thrusts, bed-shattering, as his enormous balls swung. His cock deep inside her ass, bulging Soi Fon like nothign ever had before.
And soi fon was screamign her bliss. She was squirting near-constantly from the brain-destroyign fucking. she was howling to the sky. Her ass stretched, his enormous cock buried deep inside of her. Not simply fucking, but outright breaking and owning her. This was more than simple sex, this was Soi Fon being broken to the state of a pure slut. Until her ass clapping against Toshiro's hips was makign her cum from the noise alone.
"And it goes on and on and on for hours." Yoruichi moaned, watching the video.
"So, does watching that makes your memory work, now?"
"I.. yes." Soi Fon huffed, blushing. "he.. Captain Hitsugaya... master... fucked me. broke me. He is as amazing as you said, lady Yoruichi. Even better!"
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Oh goodness, today is a good day!
I read through this grinning and cringing at the same time! XD
I'm pretty sure no other work of fiction has even made me do that before, so congrats you're the first!
Toshiro, I don't know what they're going to do with you. He's such a dork here, and I love it! He's so out of his depth it's just...Poor guy is just trying to do what he thinks is right, thinking 'of course new clothes is what Momo would want because why the heck would he give her something he's worn? It wouldn't be good enough for her, she deserves only the best!' How can he be so cringe-enduing and thoughtful at the same time?!
Thank goodness Rangiku is a the best wingwoman! I laughed at a few lines here, but this one in particular:
“Aw my poor sweet Hina-chan, I am so sorry you have my love-incompetent captain as your friend,”
“Hey,” he warned.
And then, there was this line:
“Taicho, there are a few things I will swear my life on—the best brand of sake, the hidden gem store to buy kimonos, the best time to eat persimmons.
That last one made me stop and point at the screen. Ginran right there!! Oh man, it was a good touch!
Overall, another fantastic fic from you! It was a fun read for sure! :D
the boyfriend sweater
Rating: K+
Synopsis: Toushiro passed through the thin dress shirts and found the fall items, his eye skimming through the hoodies and pull over sweaters. Instinctively he wanted to choose the black and darker clothing but found himself second guessing the colour. Hinamori likes colourful things, so maybe I should pick brighter? He shook his head, grumbling at the amount of pressure he felt. She said she liked the other shirt because it reminded her of me—don’t think too hard about this.
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Toushiro fails to understand the concept of the “boyfriend sweater”
Word Count: 1770 words
Setting: during the time skip, before the epilogue of Bleach (probably 3 years after the last chapter)
Authour’s Note: Hello hello! it’s been a while :) This short little sequel fic was inspired by several reviews from i just called to say that I finally got around to sitting down and finishing it up! I was so taken back by all the love that that fic received that I really wanted to write a little sequel for it! Also thank you to everyone who submitted requests! Between writing for Hitsuhina week, Celebrate Bleach event, and my fic requests I got a lot of writing to do this summer haha Please bear with me as I work on them but I will promise to respond to everyone :)
Enjoy!
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“Matsumoto—where are the catalogues for the Living World clothes?”
Rangiku looked up at her captain with a raised eyebrow. “In the storage drawers—but Taicho, why do you want it now?” The 10th captain had never expressed interest in choosing his own clothes, and usually had left it up to her to pick, just giving her short remarks as feedback of what he liked or not.
“Well,” Toushiro paused, carefully trying to think of a sufficient explanation without further questions. “We may be sent to the World of the Living soon for survey missions—and I have outgrown my clothing.” He had easily shot up half a foot in height, so all of his previous articles had long grown short for him.
But the real reason why he wanted to look at the catalogue was because of his childhood friend.
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#hitsuhina#I just can't with Toshiro XD#good lord Rangiku needs to teach him everything!#fantastic work as always!
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Kimiko,Raimundo and Clay have some things they brought with themselves from home.Clay has a saddle, on which he sleeps. Rai owns many posters,a brazillian flag and a ball and Kimiko (except her enourmous clothes n wigs collection) has like a TON of photos with her dad on her laptop (this is just my assumption tho). I find it a cool detail that when the plot progresses, Omi's stall, once empty, becomes more customized, presumably because his friends encouraged him to make some changes. But imagine monks giving Omi gifts from their hometowns? And Omi is grateful n happy and oh boy he makes them gifts in return? That idea makes me weak because it means Omi gets more attached to them through that little gift-giving ritual! Btw I like to imagine whenever Kimiko video-chats with her dad and Omi happens to cross by the screen, Toshiro excitedly invites him to the conversation.
Omi is much like water. Everything that he touches or that touches him leaves its mark on him. Water is always affected in some way by its environment, and changes in the way that best suites where it ends up. Omi is no different! Every person he meets, he learns from them and takes new information and tries new things. I think Omi would love to include gifts from his friends into his room decor! A life once focused solely around martial arts changed so massively by the people who entered his life. He may only be able to give them simple things to start, but overtime he'd learn new skills and would be proud to give them the fruits of his labors!
The idea of the others' families getting attached to Omi is super sweet too! Kimiko's father is definitely a kid at heart, and seeing Kimiko make such good friends with Omi would make him happy, he's waving with excitement to see him and Omi (though curious at first as to why Kimiko's dad is in her screen) is happy to say hello back. Raimundo's parents and siblings and aunts and uncles are thrilled to see Raimundo's latest video of Omi pulling off wild martial arts stunts. Clay's dad isn't quite as emotional a man as he could be, but as goofy as Omi was, he has some respect for the fact that Omi managed to get some milk out of Old Bessie, so he might send some more milk when they can get some out of her, and some beef to encourage him to grow into a strong young man (Omi is happy to receive the milk, but politely allows the others to eat the meat on account of his vegetarianism).
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